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I know it is the second post

of the day but i thought it was

important to do this one too. 

:P

Its an interesting world , you know. Life has many ups and downs and everyone has to go through them. I am not writing this post for the sake of it. I am writing this post because of a friend of mine(please don't ask who{even to my mom and dad}. :p) is going through a tough situation and he doesn't know how to come out of it. 
If you believe that life is destined , then that is the greatest lie. You write your own destiny. Holding a pencil or a pen is something we learned only after we reached the age of 2-3 but we all had started writing OUR OWN destiny after we had opened our eyes. Even though initially our parents had helped up to hold the pen straight we were the ones writing it. 
Destiny is a word which we humans have created to fool each other. Destiny is in our own hands.
 Look at your hand. Some people believe the marks you see on your hand depicts how you live your life but it is really the marks you make that depicts your life. 

Everyone has their moments in life. It maybe that when i am having a great moment in my life someone else is having his worst but we shouldn't keep our heads down. We should look up, and only up. 
Pessimism isn't the answer to everything, and we have to understand that. Everyone has that moment in their life with which they think there is no use of living. They may even lock themselves in their room and keep themselves away from everyone else but that isn't going to help and that is what we have to understand. 
As from the Oscar winning movie Hugo - 
"If we think the world is a machine , then we are all its parts and whenever we get a machine, we get the exact amount of parts needed. No more, no less. That means everyone has a role to play in this world. "
Every part of a machine has its own function and is not of waste. But what happens if a part of a machine stops working? The whole machine stops. That is what we have to understand. We may think 'How will it make the difference?'. Well, it will . 
If a leg of a table thinks that it wouldn't make a difference if it were there in the world or not and goes away what will happen? The table will fall and then so will your importance. 

In the machine, if a part stops working what do we do?We call the mechanic who takes out the part which has stopped working and throws it away putting a new one. 
If an incident makes you feel very terrible , you may weep for some time but what you have to realize is that you have to stand back up. If you don't someone else will take your place.You won't have any importance. So stand up all of those who think they can't do it because it is all of you who have the largest to climb but it is all of you who have the eagerness to reach the top, to show the world that even you can do it without the help of those who have left you, who have broken your hearts and those who haven't trusted you. The advantage of falling at the bottom is huge. It is that you have nowhere else to go but up-up and up. 
Ignoring people and not talking to those around you won't make you feel better, it will only make you feel that no one cares about you making your situation more crucial. If you have people around you who can be there to help you with everything you need, to strive for gaining your happiness , then why give away such an opportunity. Take it and use it to your best. If you can't get up, then take help but don't just lay on the ground, engulfed by darkness.
Be Optimistic and show the world your inner capability. Then you will be remember by all as the one who stood up, even when everyone was pushing you down and then you stood up and everyone just saw you as you went past them and reach the top. 
Don't loose confidence, don't feel alone, don't think negative and express your emotions. If you do so , you will feel the change. I can't say anything more. Now it is your decision. The pen is in your hands and the canvas in front of you. It is your choice to accept it or decline.

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Dog Days...

The world has 8.7 million species dwelling in and around the Earth but out of these million there are only a few which come into my list of most adorable animals in this wide biosphere. They are penguins, pandas, cats, clown fishes and a creature which has newly been added to this list-the Harp Seal. 

The harp seal is more of an animated animal in looks which makes it so much cuter. We humans find even the ugliest of  in real life adorable in an animated form. For example there is this creature called the Sloth which is very ugly in real life but when animated becomes adorable.

Real life

Animated

But that is not my topic today friends. Another name which I didn't mention on the list but is on the top of all the others is "The man's best friend". The odd thing about that statement is that it refers to a ' man's ' best friend i.e. they ain't so friendly with females. That's true in a way  , you see. All of those women who have dogs at their home would be the one cleaning the dog's shit and taking it to the washroom while the guys just cuddle it and have fun. 
Anyways, Dogs are the best  animals i have encountered yet and they have always made my heart skip a beat. I know i am sounding a bit like a girl but i can't do anything. I just love dogs. I don't know what it is in these 4 legged creatures but for me, they are just adorable. 
The thing is i have always wanted a dog for years but mo and dad will never buy me one. They have loads of excuses which i have to say yes to so my dream of having one still remains a dream.
The not having of a dog had made me so made for years that in between, i would just get on my 4 legs and walk around the house and sniff stuff and bark. I know you may think that sounds insane and insane it is but what else can i do ? I WANT A DOG  and that's the bottom line. 

As we know all wishes don't come true but i had received a news from my dad a few days ago which made me jump on my toes. If you are thinking that i am getting a dog , then i am sorry but it is not. It ain't that good a surprise but a chance you won't like to miss. There is this friend of my dad's Ramesh Uncle who had bought a pocket Pomeranian a couple of months ago. Its name is 'Gunda' which when translated to English would be 'Thief'. I don't know why they named such a cute dog Gunda but i have heard worse names for dogs. 
There is this classmate of mine who has 2 dogs called 'Vodka' and 'Whisky'. That's not all, there is this celebrity called Naomi Watts whose dog's name is Chicken.
You see , there is no problem in giving your dog a wacky name or a celebrity name. The only thing is if you keep a celebrity name don't create an awkward combination. Naming a 'Puli' (that is a breed) 'Bob Marley'* is completely perfect but calling a Bulldog Justin Bieber won't work. 

The thing is Ramesh Uncle and his family are going to Kerala next week and so they were asking dad if we could take care of it. I had an immediate yes in my mind but mom had to go through all formalities. In the end i said that i was ready to take full care of Gunda and that they have nothing to worry about. After some time my mom finally accepted that she would also enjoy if we had Gunda here for a week.
A week with a dog. I think my wish is slowly going to come true. It is just that it would be going step by step and this is the first step.
Its funny how my hate for dogs when i was young evolved to liking them so much at such an extent. 
When i was young i could sense it from even a mile away that a dog was waiting for me, smelling my footprints and approaching closer to me second by second just to rip me off into pieces. That was what i really used to think about dogs. Later on, after a couple of years my way of thinking changed. Now it said "A dog won't do anything to you if you don't do anything to it. Just stay calm and be cool." That thought helped me for a long time but ended during the last few months of 2010.
I was going to this party with my friends and I and my friends Akshay and Raghav were with me. We had to pick up this guy Robin from his place but the thing was there were 4-5 dogs in his area. With all confidence I and Akshay went into his block and went up the flight of steps. By the time I and Akshay were coming back down with Robin Raghav started throwing stones at the dogs from outside the gate. The barks were out of rhythm but were very loud. But it was too late for me, I had already got down the stairs. A  dog which must have really been going towards Raghav was blocked by me and his jaws caught my thighs. I wiggled my leg to get the dog off me and swiftly ran outside the gate. From that day i know that dogs can bite without any reason.
So , the moral of the story is - "Street dogs can piss you off but pet dogs are adorable."
I and my brother had decided after a very long discussion that IF we get a dog we would name it either "Oreo" (for a small dog) or "Salvador"(for a big dog). *All rights reserved for those names. Copying of those names will lead to high punishment*   
I am really excited about this dog thing and i am sure that i will write about my experience with Gunda later on in my post next week so please be waiting. 
I don't know who all are there who really read this blog of mine but i keep my head up high.
Have a good day all of you. 

Gunda

Tunnel

Happy Summer Vacations to all of you ... And sorry to all those parent who have to see their children relax at home all day while they have to go to office.

I have passed 9th but not with such great grades. My CGPA was just 9 which MAYBE a lot for some students but not at all good for a guy like me. I used to bring marks like 94% and 95% but my performance has substantially gone down in the previous two years but I can't be so careless in tenth. I have to put my best and will work hard till I reach the end of this tunnel. 

I know the next pair of tunnels which i will enter (11th and 12th Class) would be much more darker but as darker a tunnel gets, the happier you get when you see the light at the end of it. 

You see, there are these 3 moments of my school years which I always wanted to go through in my life for the past many years. They were Firstly, to see my class 10th results ; Second, to experience the 'so called large jump' between 10th class and 11th;

Last , seeing my class 12th results.

That's a long way from now, the interesting part is that I had a couple of very interesting weeks in school before the school closed.

Once upon a time there was a tenth grade boy who lived his life as a normal person would but he didn't know that his life was about to change.

As a normal class 10 student would, he woke up to go to school and   did his normal morning chores not knowing that that day was going to start a new journey in his life.He wasn't going to remain the simple boy he was at the time he was sleeping at home that morning.  In his school, every section would have 4 prefects. He had  been a prefect for 3 years previously but he didn't have a good impression on his present class teacher and thus didn't have any hope of being chosen as a prefect by her but when the results came, he was shocked. On the list was written -"Niranjan R. Bharati"

He was dumbfounded. It was his dream to be a prefect in  class 9 and 10 and he got both his wishes. The thing was, in his school the prefects of class  9 were allowed to stand for the post of Vice Head Prefect and class 10 prefects for Head Prefect. 

Even though in class 9 he had tried to give an application for Vice Head Prefect he was too late but he wasn't going to miss this opportunity. The day he was told that he was a prefect, he went home and typed down his application to stand for the post of Head Boy, but the thing he forgot was that no one was going to let this opportunity get out of hand.

The day all the boys who had given the application were asked to come to the conference room for their interview he was awestruck by seeing all 20 prefects of class ten standing in front of him in a line. His confidence had finished but hopes hadn't died. He knew, that if he had the potential he would get it and that is what made him stand there on his feet with a hunger in his heart to grab that post. 

The moment before he stood in front of the conference room, his heart raced but his mind was calm. And at last, that moment came when the teacher called  him in. His nervousness reached a completely new level.He saw teachers staring at him with their big eyes hoping to see a worthy candidate in front of them , but he had erase his mind and be cool. 
"Please sit down Niranjan." the teacher requested.
She could see the spec of nervousness in his eyes.
"Tell us about yourself and why you think you are worthy to be the Head Prefect?"
'A typical question. I know the answer to that.' His mind raced.
"Good Morning . I am Niranjan R. Bharati of class X-D and i am here to stand for the post of the Head Prefect. I have been a prefect for  3 years and this is my 4th year so compared to others , i have a bit more experience. But that is not all, I keep my duties above friends and that's not what i just say, I have proof with me.(---can't tell the example as it might the feeling of the person who i have referred to---) " 
'With great power comes great responsibilities' is a quote we have all heard but i take this quote in a different perspective. Not only the Head Prefect or the Vice Head Prefect have this great power, it is vested in every single Prefect and SRC in this middle section. If a prefect wants he can do the same work a Head Prefect does, it is just that he should believe in himself and have that fire in him. That faith and fire can be found in me if you try to dig deep inside. Even if i am not the Head Prefect, i won't loose this fire and i will move on."
A pinch of satisfaction arose in his heart as the teachers thanked him and told him to leave.But as he started taking his first few steps out of that room he started realizing that it wasn't that good. He was nervous and that could easily be seen in his eyes . The satisfaction died and emerged sorrow. He had lost one of those opportunities which are meant saving. 
Later, the next day there was an announcement that there would be a 2nd round for the post for Head and Vice Head Prefect and only 4 names are short listed for each post.
'No Hopes.' was what came to his mind but when the names came he was one.
Shaurya Aggarawal
Vibhu Sehgal
Niranjan R. Bharati
Shivam Parashar
Thanking God wasn't enough. But another pessimistic thought arose in his mind - Out of these , Shivam was last year's Vice Head Prefect and Shaurya has a great impression on almost all teachers. Vibhu is no less, he has been an all rounder, good in swimming as well as academics. 
But he had that 'fire' still lit in him and he confidently went to the conference room for ROUND 2.
This time the number of teachers in the room had increased and later did he realize that just beside the table he sat in was the Headmistress. His nervousness went up the charts but he gulped it in and sat firm and confident. 
"Niranjan, why do you think you are better than the people standing outside?"
The couple of seconds of complete silence ended with him quickly speaking of what came first in his mouth other than keeping quiet for longer and increasing the awkwardness.
"I believe that i have the potential to see through a problem and find its core. I believe in destroying the core of the problem which would end in destroying all other sub-problems.
"And, i am an Achiever and a Believer. What i believe that i can do , i do my best to Achieve it. And that is why i am sitting in front of all of you right now. To achieve what i believe i can get. "
 could see some satisfaction in the eyes of the teachers which brought confidence in him. When he came out of the room he was happy and confident . He had a pinch of hope that he would get it.
But what he had forgot was that everyone's interview had gone well and all hoped of making it.
But the journey wasn't over, the next announcement declared a 3rd round which had frustrated the 4 of them. 
And again , to his amazement he was short listed to the top 3. Vibhu was left out. 
This was the final destination, who had imagined that he would reach the top 3 short listed for the post of Head Prefect. Now his inner soul was happy, it didn't matter if he had got it or not. For him he had passed his own expectations.
Those couple of seconds he was made to stand outside that conference room were the longest seconds he had lived. His entry and exit from that room would change his destiny.With all courage he entered that room and stood there in front of everyone. Everyone stared at him but he was just looking at one thing and one thing only- the post of the Head Prefect.
"Niranjan, tell me. If you have heard rumors that pornographic magazines are being distributed what will you do?"
He had the immediate reply, "If they are being distributed the children doing his must go under strict actions but the tougher task is finding the students involved in it. As we know they can't be exchanged in class as it is easily noticeable so either they would be doing it in the washrooms or after school. Regular check of bags and such places must be done so that such children are caught before they get  too involved in it."
"Okay, think we have got the child who has been caught doing this. What should we do with him?" they asked.
Still his fire blazed as he gave back an answer-
"The parents must be informed about this immediately and this activity isn't something like 'talking regularly in class' or 'abusing and making fun of religion'. It is something children are completely not suppose to do and is something which will stay in the mind of a parent for a long time so the parents are the one who would be taking strict action against them."
"Okay, if you are the head boy how will you manage that there is duty being done regularly ?"
"Ma'am, a strict daily check would be done by me and my team and i would act like the central figure. If any incident occurs in an area i would first go to the prefect or SRC on duty there and if he doesn't have a clear sketch of what is happening their it proves that he wasn't alert. When you are on duty you have to forget your friends and just be alert. Also i would be taking a written record from the prefects on duty every fortnight about what all is happening around him. If someone is not on duty i would like a written permission from him telling why he was not on duty. "
"Thank You Niranjan."
That Thank you ended my initial journey. Now the train had stopped and all were waiting for the announcement for the arrival of the next train. The problem was the next train only had one seat vacant and they were three. 
And finally the day of the announcement came.
"After days of discussion, we have chosen the Vice Head Prefect and the Head Prefect. The Vice Head Prefect from class IX C is Aakash Dutt!!! "
Shouts of joy could be heard around the whole school.
"... And Head Prefect is ..."
His heart beat fell down.
-Dhup-
-Dhup-
-Dhup-
"... Niranjan R. Bharati of X D."
His heart skipped a beat as he couldn't believe that he was just chosen as the Head Prefect of his school. 
He had just caught the other train while others hadn't.

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That day was amazing. When mom came to pick me up that day i coolly sat in the car and told mom, "Mom, i need to make a speech for Head Prefect."
"You have another round?!" she sounded irritated.
"No, I am the Head Boy."
The car stopped and she looked back at me ,"Really?!"
"Yah."
"Really?!"
"Yah!!"
"Aah!Congratulations ... Call Dad..."
And on it went.
 But this begins a new Journey and a new journey starts with a new beginning and with a new beginning there is a new protagonist written by an author. I am this author and it is in my hands to decide where to take this protagonist, to success or failure.
 My mission begins now.

My school tie

Friends

FRIENDS

The world is a tree so big

and i, ain't even its tiny twig.

Wanting to reach the scales up high,

but i just sit alone and sigh.

no one to comfort me in dusk or dawn,

asking for help i go awn and awn.

thats when you come and greet me with a 'hi',

And i can tell you everything, nothing to lie.

Either the tree just grew small

or i suddenly grew a bit tall.

but for me, now the height ain't high,

and your presence makes me try.

you never leave me alone,

you ain't a pebble or a stone.

When the world tells me to achieve,

you help me to achieve.

you all should be kept safely in a bank,

but as i can't this is how i thank.

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Why do we have to study?!

Every Delhi-ite student knows that his or her school is opening on Monday. After such great holidays it feels as if we want to stay at home and just chill. Like in my other post i had written the full form of maths my friends and i had also made one for S.C.H.O.O.L.
S-Six
C-Crappy
H-Hours
O-Of
O-Our
L-Life

I have one more.

C-Come
L-Late
A-And
S-Start
S-Sleeping

You see, studying isn't such a great problem for me usually but that doesn't mean i love to study. No one does. :P. The problem with me is school starts day after and my Social Science holiday Home Work is still left. I really hate the subject. 
S-Sara
S-Saal
T-Torture
The thing is that SSt is something which doesn't enter my brain. Here is the proof.
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There! "Where is study??" But there is a funny thing i just noticed. Even in the picture you can notice the word SST. If you didn't notice let me show it to you - "where'S STudy??". Look at the capitals. It makes SSt. Even i know that studying is important cause with out that i couldn't have written this post and you would be able to read it. So we have a reason that we need to study English. Fine! In the same way we also need to study Hindi and other languages.
Without maths we wouldn't be able to know how much bread costs and how many marks you get but another problem with maths is what is the use of learning equations and algebra and calculate roots of numbers like 1567 or 4398 which would never be used in our entire life. And even if it did we would be having a Calculator in hand but we need to know Maths to use the calculator so studying maths is also fine.

 Now coming to Science. Without Science there would have been no Computers and T.V.s without which life would be horrible. I salute all of you old man and women who have survived their childhood without these remarkable inventions. So Science has a HUGE tick mark on its box. Now coming to Geography. How would knowing how mountains are formed help me?! I can't make those mountains, it is a natural phenomenon so why study it. Why should we know that in some particular places we find Evergreen forests and in some places we find Perennial forests. I am not Tarzan that i would go and live in these places. So there is a NO to Geography.
What about Political Science?! I accept that we should know how our government works but the text books don't even speak about that. They say stuff about the government in Chile, Poland and other places and not about the Indian system. So the box near Pol.Sci. is left blank. The worst is History! What is the use of studying how Hitler died or how Mughal's came to power. It is all over and has no relevance to us right now so why to fry our brains on the pan of time and learn all the dates which are literally NEVER going to come to our use. 

The point i am trying to make here is when we enter class 5 or 6 we should be given a choice of which subjects to study so that we don't have to get freaked out studying so much. And we should be allowed to change our chosen subject whenever we want. I know all the elders will never support me but there are some people out there hiding who do support me so if all those supporters want that no one else should suffer these problems then when i stand for the president please vote for me.
For now, i have to suffer all this so -
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(I made it on my own after 15 minutes of hard work so please appreciate it. I know the "O isn't so good")
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Abba - A Short Story

Today i decided to write a short story from what all pops up into my mind.

 The name is "Abba" - by Niranjan R. Bharati

   Tameer's shirt was drenched with sweat as he walked towards the horizon. He couldn't see anything other than sand dunes and the hot blazing sun which barely allowed him to open his eyes. His backpack felt heavier than before but he couldn't drop it. He had promised that he would return with what was in the backpack. He hadn't imagined that there would be no trance of his village after 2 decades but there was no road or signboards which could follow. Tameer couldn't even see a traveler who could lead him to his destination. He had now almost lost hope now. What else could he do?
       He had decided  twenty years ago that he would return to his village after he earns enough to help all the people of his village to live a better life. Now his body had stopped responding. Tameer fell down flat on the sand dune. The blazing heat of the sun forcing his eyes to close his eyes. 
      Five days had passed after he entered the desert with a camel and four other travelers but their destinations were different and one by one everyone left him with his camel. He had already been warned that his camel was a very thirsty one and had to drink water every twelve hours but Tameer was not able to go by these instructions as he had only brought two bottles. One with wine and another with water. The water had been consumed by the thirsty camel and Tameer tried to save his wine as much as possible. An oasis was the only thing both the companions had been expecting but for four days both remained thirsty trying to survive. The fourth day the camel woke up dead due to thirst and hunger. Tameer was almost in the same case, hunger had drived him crazy the thirst made him fall unconscious about twice a day. 
     Tameer picked up his bottle of wine and shacked it till the last few drops which were left on its inner surface feel into his dry mouth. 
'Would my end be like this?' he thought as he lay eyes closed on the sand dune. 'Would i die when i was suppose to start a new and beautiful life for others? Allah! What have i done that you have decided that i would die like this?'
Tameer remembered his childhood, how he used to play with his friends.
     "Tameer jan! Give that back to me!" Saleem shouted as he chased the young Tameer till he found that he had reached a dead end. Tameer quickly put the 100 Riyal (Arabian currency) note in his pocket. 
"Tameer! Give it back. My Abba would kill me if i don't return the money back to him." Tameer could see worry on his best friend Saleem's face. He had known Saleem since he was three years old. Even after ten years all the families in Uyayna village were fed up of their mischief. Even though Tameer loved to irritate others he was academically excellent. Tameer was also a great actor.
Tameer pretended to check his pockets and in shock exclaimed,"I don't have it Saleem jan! I think i dropped it when you were chasing me!"
"You are joking, right Tameer?"Saleem now looked really scared.
"No!" Tameer started searching even though he knew the note safely lay in his pocket.
"Why do you do this Tameer jan!" Saleem almost crying also accompanied Tameer trying to search for the 100 Riyal note which his Abba had given him for safe keeping.
Two hours had passed and Saleem lost hope. Tameer had an evil grin on his face. He thought that Saleem had suffered enough. He put his hand inside his left pocket to find it empty. Tameer was shocked. He had really lost the note but he lost it when he was pretending to find it.
Even after the young Tameer tried to explain the incident to Saleem's abba he got rewarded by a red cheek.
   Tameer now had a small smile on his face but slowly a tear rolled down his cheek. He then remembered the day he left Uyayna.
  Tameer hugged his mother and father  as he loaded his bags onto the camel's cart. Tameer's amma was crying a bucket full of tears while his abba just stood there without any emotions. Tameer turned his eyes to his younger sister Salini to see a tear roll down her eyes for the very first time.
"Take care Tameer jan." Saleem was now married but still they had been best friends.
"You too. And i will come back one day Saleem jan. I will come back and take all of you too to Dubai to live a happy life. When i would have enough money i will come so don't forget me brother." Tameer hugged his friend who he was going to miss a lot.
"May Allah be with you son." his mother said wiping her tears.
"Sahib! It is time to leave." the cart driver spoke still feeding his camel some grass.
"Yes. I am coming." Tameer turned to his abba. "Abba. I know i have done many mistakes but now i have got a job in Dubai because of your blessings. Can i get your blessings before i leave abba?"
"You always have my blessing Tameer but i am just saying that i hope you are taking the right decision. You are our eldest son. You can still stay here and take care of your old mother and father."
"I will come back one day abba and take you to Dubai where you will have a better life so don't worry." Tameer climbed the camel and after giving a final goodbye he went towards Dubai where he was going to start a new life. 
Tameer remembered that when he left Uyayna the trip wasn't as long as five days. His throat was again dry and he could feel his heart slow down. It was his end.
"Good bye world. Thank You for what all you have given me." he said as he lay silently on the dune waiting for Allah to call his soul. But other than Allah a familiar sound called.
"Tameer jan?!" Tameer recognized the sound very well. How could he forget the sound of this childhood friend.
"Saleem?!" Tameer opened his eyes to find a handsome man sitting on a fat camel . It was Saleem. Tameer thanked Allah as Saleem came down the camel and picked up Tameer and his bag.

"Water!" Tameer called. It was the only thing he could think of.
Saleem quickly took out his bottle of water and poured it into his old friend's mouth.
"Tameer jan! What are you doing here?" Saleem was oblivious of the fact that his friend who had not returned for twenty years would be found here.
Tameer explained what all happened. Then he asked ,"What are you ding here?"
"I went to the next village to sell some goods. You see Mahi, my wife passed away last year due to cancer. " his tone fell down.
"I am so sorry." Tameer really needed some sleep. HE put his head on Saleem's shoulders and slept.
Tameer woke up to find himself in Uyayna. Uyayna hadn't changed a bit. Tameer thanked Allah and leaving Saleem behind he directly went towards his house. Salini was sitting on the door step and when she looked towards Tameer she rejoiced.
"Brother! You are back! Amma! Look whose here!" she screamed as she hugged her brother tightly. Salini had grown so big.
After a while Tameer say his mother walk down the steps to see her son on the doorstep. She had grown old and her hair was completely white. 
"Amma!" tears rolled down Tameer's eyes as he hugged his mother to get no response other than a hug. 
"Amma! What happened? Where is Abba?" Tameer asked worried as he didn't get any response from his mother.
"Abba passed away two months after you left due to a heart attack." said Salini. "When Amma got to know what happened the shock made her loose her voice."
Tameer saw a tear roll down his Amma's cheek. Tameer couldn't believe it but it was the ugly truth.
Tameer held his Amma's hand and took her to the bed room where she quietly lay down. Tameer sat just next to her and brushed her hair as he cried trying to take in the great loss.
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Gaming ... Full On...

The last two days have been total AWESOMENESS. I went to my friend Shaurya's place where another friend of mine Mayank was also gonna show up. The main purpose of this hangout was that Mayank's parent allowed him to come to Shaurya's place like after a couple of years. The last hangout with him was on Shaurya's b'day but he didn't go to his house but just came with us to Blue-O. 
That's not all, i even planned on having a sleep over at Shaurya's. We all had a great time together even though what all we did was just gaming.
So the story starts at 10 in the morning...
    Niranjan had just finished his breakfast and was getting changing his clothes when he heard a quarrel between his mom and dad.
'You have to do this! You have to do that!' his mom tried to say to her husband but when a person is living with someone for 13 years you know if they are angry or not. There was a pinch of anger in the introductory comments which were blurted out by his mom.
'Ha!!! I'll do it! {blah blah blah}' came a reply from his father who was still searching classical music on YouTube. After some irritated comments from the mother the pinch of anger changed to an overdose. But Niranjan knew how to break these fights and also how to escape. 'Practice makes a man perfect'! The boy had 13 years of practice and had perfected the art of Quarreling. 
"Dad! i am leaving! I'll catch an auto nearby." Niranjan pushed his bag up his arms as he went towards the door.
"I'll come!" Niranjan heard as his father quickly shut down his laptop and followed his son down the stairs and to the main road. 
'Mission Accomplished' thought Niranjan. He had successfully stopped the fight by making his father leave the fight which would have soon changed to - "Okay. Then i'll resign my job and sit at home and do all this work" which were now very common terms in such fights. 
After getting into an auto Niranjan quickly put on his headphones and turned on "How to save a life" by Fray. After a while did he realize that travelling in an auto was a bad idea. As autos have no windows and doors the cold breeze hit directly on his face freezing him to death. He then looked at the rickshaw driver who had covered his entire and you could only see his black eyes which were constantly closing as if he hadn't slept for a long time.

After paying the sleepy rickshaw-walla who had safely dropped Niranjan to his friend's place he kept his bag on a bad and quickly sat in front of the heater till the numbness in his cheeks was gone. Then he with Shaurya went to pick up Mayank from the railway station which wasn't far away.
The day started with playing Halo 4 on his Xbox 360 which wasn't that great for Niranjan as what all he could do was respawn and die the next second.

 See the photo?! Niranjan's case was the same. It was just that the red guy over there was a guy name KingPir and he was kicking Hellfire1815's (the gaming name with which he was playing)ass. Shaurya was good and Mayank did better than anyone expected. Halo 4 turned out to be a mess then everyone got bored of it and turned to playing this card game called Duel Masters.
 Duel Masters was something in which Niranjan had expertise and never backed off. Intially the three of them played 2 - 3 matches in which Niranjan almost won all. Then it was Lunch time where they ate delicious aloo sabzi and chole with stuffed roti.
  Shaurya always used to talk about this gaming arena called Game On where they could go and play so by 2 they left the house and marched towards Game On. Even though they are boys in this generations who doesn't gossip so on their tiring way to Game On they talked/gossiped. 
Game On wasn't such a big place. When you enter you can see 3 pool tables and inside is a huge room with cushion bags and about 5-10 PS3's and 1-2 Xbox's... The trio sat near a HUGE LED Sony Bravia and turned on the PS3. The manager inserted WWE 13 and then don't ask what happened. All three of them went mad trying to throw each other out of the ring and beat them up till one of their fingers hurt and they couldn't move.

 After the ruthless virtual torture  they gave the the virtual wrestlers they shifted to Call Of Duty Black Ops 2 which just took them to another world. After wasting 80% of their ammunition shooting walls and the sky they found out one hour had already passed.
 On the way back their talking again started due to which they had lost their way. Even Shaurya who lived there had a problem finding the way back to his place. After reaching back they again sat on the Xbox and by 5 Mayank had left. Now it was only Niranjan and Shaurya. Till 8 both just played Halo 4 till their eyes hurt.
It was dinner time and dinner was brilliant. What could be better than eating Chicken Biryani after a whole day of Full On Gaming!
After dinner Shaurya and Niranjan sat for a duel master match which turned out to be a tournament to check who was better. It was initially a 5 match tournament in which the score was 4-1 (Niranjan - Shaurya). As usual Shaurya didn't accept the loss and said it should be a 10 match tournament and when it ended it was already 11 p.m. The score was 5-5.

 As it was a draw it turned to be a 20 match tournament which made both the boys stay awake till 5 a.m. By the end of the 18th round when the score was  10-8 they started having a fight on if Niranjan could do a specific move with a card. The fight turned out to be so awkward that by the end they tried to ask the doubt to the God of every such thing - Google! 4 in the morning both the 9th graders snuck into the computer room and turned on the computer. After half an hour of searching they found no results which ended up in stopping the tournament even though till now Niranjan was the winner. Both of their eyes opened only by 11 in the morning which was a quiet embarrassing. After doing the morning chores they ate breakfast and rest of the time went on watching the television. By 1 Niranjan got ready for another chilly ride back home.
                              THE END
Back home i mainly just went for tution and after i came back i sat and finished this novel called the Rozabal Line by Ashwin Sanghi. Then late at night i am blogging but like the rickshaw- walla i am feeling sleepy so Good Night and Adios!